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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

100 Mile Dinner: Winter on the Lake

On a mild winter evening in January, I paused to take in the
scenery of the picturesque Lake Avondale. The night was calm and quiet and I kind
of let the stillness set in. I thought
of the recipient of the evening’s ticket proceeds, Ryan Hidinger, a beloved
chef fighting a devastating diagnosis. Before I reveled in the food and
fellowship that 100 Mile dinners always bring, I wanted to consciously dwell and
hope. I saw another person standing on the porch and wondered if they too were
caught up in emotion.

The hosts of The Avondale Community Club greeted me with
such southern charm and the band Tonestar was already harmonizing in the foyer.
Arianne Fielder’s welcome drink, Musk-u-dine-local, was in my hand- sorghum infused Muscadine wine from Chateau Elan with rosemary, soda, and pickled blueberries from Phickles Pickles out of Athens. Just a few
seconds in the door, I encountered people I had met at another 100 Mile dinner.
Loved this

The tables were set . Tiny vases of flowers and pretty menus
awaited diners. I chose a seat at random
and wondered who would be next to me when I returned.

Forced meat stuffed trotter with sausage and bacon pate. I would have been happy sampling here all night.
Rusty Bowers really is a "meat magician.'

The set up for the Southern Smorgasbord was pretty perfect-
a stone patio surrounded by pines, next to the glimmering lake. I am not just
throwing our adjectives here. The lake was sparkling in the moonlight. It was
cool enough to feel like “Winter on the Lake,” but mild enough to not need a
jacket. Verynice for mingling and
sampling. So many things to nibble on. There was even a selection of Nick Melvin's homemade pickles. His pickled carrots are the best pickles I have ever had. I didn't have any this evening. I just remember from the last time I tasted them. That good. Wish I had taken photos and had descriptions of all of the offerings. One spoon was topped with crispy chicken skin. One was a play on a reuben. They were going fast.

A fellow diner said “If I could eat salad like this, I would
eat it every day.”

People began wandering inside and taking their seats. This
is always the fun part, getting to know your table mates. “So what brings you
to a dinner like this?’ and “Have you been to a 100 Mile Dinner before?” My
seat mates were enchanting. We only stopped talking to listen to the chefs and
mixologists describe their offerings. I wanted to put them in my pocket and
take them with me.

Rusty Bowers of Pine Street Market and Nick Melvin of Garden District welcomed us with excitement and joy and Nick spoke about how the
dinners are to showcase seasonal, local food and “in a way, educate people that
this is the way it should be done.”He
quickly brought the tone down to purpose. Nick spoke eloquently and purely from
his heart about his dear friend (and a friend to many in house), Ryan. We were
dining to celebrate eating locally and appreciating our food’s sources but also
to uplift Ryan.

The first course arrives along with a colorful cocktail.
Daniel Chance of Campagnolo introduced Duck Two Ways: “roll mop” pickled duck
breast and duck sausage accompanied by an herb salad, truffle honey mustard,
and bacon marmalade. I used different herbs from the salad with each bite of
the sausage which had pine nuts, juniper, pepper, and fennel included. I
especially loved it with celery leaves. The Darby Farms duck breast was brined,
seared, and pickled similar to a pickled herring preparation. It was insanely
good.

Jason Kemp of The Family Dog described our next sip, a 2009 Voignier
from Tiger Mountain Vineyards as having “a little bit of funk.” I completely
agreed. I also tasted a minerality I could only believe comes from the granite
outcrops of the north Georgia Mountains. Voigniers are great food wines,
especially with root vegetables .

Enter Rusty and Nick’s Celeriac Buttermilk Soup. The Blue
Ridge trout were cured 24 hours then cold smoked and flaked into a celery leaf
salad. Also in the luscious bowl of celery root soup were smoked trout roe in
mustard oil. This dish could go on my last meal wish list. The flavor
combinations and textures were powerful and really played off one another. I
want this to be on a menu somewhere.

Our third course presented by the effervescent Terry Koval
of Wrecking Bar Brew Pub was beautiful Scotch ale braised beef cheeks with root veggies
and parsnip puree. I heard so many
diners say “what’s a cheek? Where is it from?” A cheek is well, a cheek; or
more specifically, the fine grained facial muscle of a cow. The cheeks were
super tender ( no small feat when you think of how strong a cow’s facial
muscles must be from chewing all day) with a hint of the braising liquid
flavor. I loved knowing the cheeks were from Moonshine Meats in Athens, a farm
that uses this statement:Moonshine Meats is just meat the way it should be: raised on
pasture by producers who have a deep sense of humility, humanity and awe for
both animal and land. I loved the baby carrots, turnips, and rutabagas- soft but not too
soft, and left in their natural state as opposed to cubed. I could have eaten a
bowl of the parsnip puree.

The dish paired so nicely with the Colin’s Wee Heavy
Scotch Ale from Wrecking Bar and Brewery. The beer, named for Bob the brewmaster’s
son, Colin, is a malty, rich, warming with chocolate undertones ale that was
aged in bourbon barrels. It’s a masterpiece and such a wonderful brew for a
cold winter’s night. Bob Sandage, founder of Wrecking Bar, was even in the house.

The final dish of the evening came with an introduction from delightful
Layne Lee of Sweet N Sinful Bakery. She said it had always been a mission of
hers to get her equally delightful sister to try squash. Who would have thought
to put butternut squash in a cobbler? Sweet, light and warm, the cobbler sat on
top of sage ice cream. I watched her sister eat it and watched Layne beam.

Jason Kemp ended our night with the perfect nightcap: Ivy Mountain
apple brandy with warm Mercier Orchards apple cider and allspice dram. So good.
It could only have been better if were were outside next to a campfire.

The band came from the foyer to wish happy birthday to a guest, play,
and sing amongst us. It was a really fun moment. They encouraged us to dance. I
was sad the night had to end. I was satiated but wanted the conversation to
continue. My table mates were interesting, fun, and thrilled for this sort of
dining experience. Each course we tasted together brought forth lively
conversations, anecdotes, and funny stories. We laughed. We even shed tears
over a shared experience.

We tasted the seasons and the local offerings of Gum Creek Farms in Roopville, Flat Creek Lodge in Swainsboro, BesMaid Garden in Decatur, Serenbe Farms in Chattahoochee Hills, and Moonshine Meats in Athens.We didn't start a revolution or change the world but we ate a delicious five course meal sourced from 100 miles and further discussed a better worldview on sourcing food. We didn't just eat, we conscientiously placed value on our foodstuffs and how they arrived at our table. For this conversation, I am grateful to The 100 Mile Dinner and the chefs and farmers who provided a forum.

I left with hugs for my new friends and for the
chefs and servers who put on such a great night. My anticipation for the next
100 Mile Dinner in March along with Nick’s restaurant, Garden District, is
already beginning. I walked gently into the night. Seeing the lake and moon again made me take pause and send good thoughts out to Ryan.

1 comment:

Beautiful write up of an amazing event! I was so glad to be able to work behind the scenes at this one! I've already volunteered for all of them going forward. The folks who put on the 100 mile Dinner are amazing individuals. I love all of them so much.